Life in a Trailer Park

For the past year, I've been living in a tiny blue house in a trailer park.   Or, as I've been corrected, I've been living in a mobile home community.  But, call it what you will, this place is my home.

Here's a picture of the park entrance:


And here's a picture of my little blue house:


Despite the stereotypes surrounding trailer parks, I've become quite enamored with living here.  The people are quirky, generous, and unapologetically delightful.  The trailers themselves are lovely vintage pastels with a 1950s "modern" design.  The park is set right along the beach of Lake Eerie, offering some glorious sunsets.

But, what makes this place most compelling, are the cats.  Stray cats.  Abandoned cats.  Communal cats.  Yes, multitudes of cats.

And so here, I will try to introduce as many of them as I can to you.